#decided since it was almost done and I haven’t posted anything here for a while to just finish it!

[ashensgrotto]

Why, greetings my dear anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed the ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ to read it that many times - and I apologized that I haven’t been able to get started on the Scarbia segment yet (between that and Raison D’être plus work & other stories… and GloMas, I really need to get my priorities straight seriously -_-). However, I do intend on working on it as soon as I can so I can get it out sometime this month or in December - I mean, I think that would be the most logical since that one takes place during holiday break, right?

Now, for your request - I hope head cannons are alright for the time being. I’ll try to come back to them and do short stories for each of them that follows the same concept design as “Am I Feeling Love?” - which is the first installment of the Yandere!Azul series. I'm also going to divide this into two parts - about halfway through I realized I hadn't posted anything in a while and thus, I want to make it up to all of you for not writing or posting anything for some time.

Part 1 (Here) will feature Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Jamil Viper

Part 2 (Here) will feature Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia

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Vil Schoenheit

Vil is a combination yandere - he is both a studdle stalker type, but also a projection type. Of course, in his youth, he was an up-and-coming movie star… famous for the villainous roles he played. This caused a lot of grief in his childhood, not to mention some of the trauma he had endured from other children who believed everything they saw on the big screen - thinking it was real, even though it was just special effects and players playing their roles on the stage. And, even though Jack Howl became the closest thing he had to a friend, there was nothing that he could do to shake the fear of wanting to be ‘the good guy’, the ‘hero’... to be the most beautiful of all.

As a junior in Night Raven, Vil and the rest of Pompfiore were just as shocked as the rest of the school when you appeared. At first, Vil was not interested in what you may have to offer - but ever faithful Rook was the one to point out certain features you had; soft cheeks, a creamy complexion, eyes wide and filled with wonder - not to mention a figure that would’ve had some acting agencies dying for; you almost reminded him the the princess the fairest queen had raised years ago. Vil was reluctant, but stepped forward and offered the headmage a place for you to stay in Pomfiore until you could return home. 

It was at this point that Vil realized that you were more than what you appeared. Whatever he asked of you, you did it - to nearly perfection. Scrub the ballroom flooring? It shone brighter than diamonds when you were done. Wipe down the windows? Clear as crystals. Tend to the gardens around the dormitory? Neat and tidy without a single flower or bush out of line. This, of course, caused Vil to backpeddle a little bit - if anyone from outside the dorm found out about how well you followed instructions (specifically a certain lion or scheming octopus), there would be trouble. Hence, Vil decided to try and keep you close, luring you in like the villain he was always meant to play.

He learned quickly that your home in your world was… chaotic. You often traveled back and forth between two families, plus your grandparents. If you had a choice in the matter - you would’ve stayed with your father and your stepmother full time as your mother and her on-again-off-again boyfriend often mistreated you. You were in charge of the cooking, cleaning, and caring for the home while under your mother’s care and were often trapped in her home more times out of the year. Vil had remembered about Niege LeBlance’s situation when the two stars were children - he could sympathize with your situation - and decided to take you under his wing. Vigorous training began shortly thereafter, and you soon found yourself secured under Vil’s thumb. You, along with Epel, were put through beauty regimens regularly, vocal and annunciation lessons followed classes and chores, and fashion and gossip columns replaced your books at night; and if either of you tried to escape or slip out of something, ever faithful Rook brought you straight back to Vil - a disapproving scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest, and heeled foot tapping, looking very much like a disapproving mother.

With the arrival of spring and the fast approaching date of the Cultural Fair, Vil’s energy became more focused on the SDC - working long hours into the night perfecting the team for the competition. You did try to help sooth much of the stress that had fallen on the headwarden and offered your assistance in any way you could, Grim acting as your assistant under the watchful eye of Rook. It was also here that things slowly began to take a turn for the worst - after the mention of Neige LeBlance, Vil had begun turning to his phone more often, asking it every day who was the most beautiful of all. Mira always answered… Neige LeBlance.

The last straw was when you and Rook attempted to stop him from poisoning Neige, the vice warden ordering Neige to run and evacuate the premises. The other members of the team rushing in at the sound of Rook’s shouting. Vil couldn’t forgive himself for what he had attempted to do… he was as ugly as the poison that he created. If only he was the fairest… if only Neige LeBlance hadn’t walked into his life again… if only you could understand what it meant to be… the fairest one of all…

Idia Shroud

Idia would also be a combination type yandere - possessive and clingy on a short list, with subtle stalker on the longer list. Not that anyone can blame him of course - his childhood was spent in it’s entirety on the Island of Woe, the next Shroud in line to take up the mantle as the Watchman of the Underworld. He, and his little brother Ortho, were the only children that lived in the facility, spending their days playing video games, reading manga and comic books, as well as creating original characters of their own. However, tragedy struck when the two boys snuck out of their room during a routine lockdown and one of the phantoms possessed the younger brother - Idia’s grief and self-blame pushed him away from others, even after he was able to reunite with his brother… in a technological sense.

Years later, during his junior year at NRC, Idia was surprised when Ortho volunteered to bring you into Ignihyde - as many other students were. When Idia demanded an explanation - Ortho explained the scan he did on you indicated that you had a lot of the same qualities as many of Ignihyde's students. What a drag - but what's done is done, and Idia found himself, not only in charge of a dorm, but an unexpected guest as well.

For the first few months, Idia holed himself up in his room - trying to avoid an encounter with the ‘normie’ of the dorm; the magicless guest of Ignihyde. Ortho attempted over and over again to get him to come out and meet the new member, telling him all about how interested you were in manga comics, fantasy RPGs, and the like - but Idia always refused… until one night during a routine midnight snack run, he ran into you. You were smaller than he expected you to be, the dorm’s heavy leather jacket baggy over your form - also swapping the typical heavy denim jeans and boots for leggings and slippers. Idia was even more surprised when you offered him a large roll of chocolate chip cookies you had picked up from the school store, a smile on your face, “Hello, I’m (y/n). You must be Idia, right?”

And following that first encounter, Idia slowly began to warm up to you. He was drawn to your sassiness and imagination, especially when the two of you talked about video games - Idia even went as far as to introduce you to his online friend, Muscle Red - the gamer excited about having another runner in the mix for events. 

However, what no one knew was that Idia slowly began to worm his way into your online presence. He hacked into your computer that Ortho had provided for you and watched when you were online, who you interacted with, and what you talked about. At first, Idia reasoned it was a way to get to know you - the best way to find out the internal workings of someone was to figure out about the mask you wore, right? But even so, the real pusher was when he was spying on a chatroom you were a part of and one member began insulting you - saying that you weren’t really a gamer, that you didn’t know anything about online gaming, or anime, and that you were a fake… a ‘normie’. If Idia had been standing next to you, you would have seen his typical calm blue hair turn red hot - hotter than the flames of Tartarus. No one was going to get away with calling his friend a ‘normie’ - magicless or not.

In the months that followed, Idia began to slowly attach himself to you - spending more time in your presence than ever before. Then, when he was summoned back to the Island of Woe to test the students that had overblotted, he brought you along with him, keeping you close as each test was conducted, examined, and recorded. The look on your face and the questions you asked him, yes, brought him joy.. But also made him worry - what did you think of him now that you knew what he was doomed to become? Would you eventually end up like Ortho because of his mistakes? Idia didn’t want to think about that… but even so, to be free of his responsibilities… to not have to be the caretaker of the Phantoms any longer… to reset the world… maybe then, you would be safe…

Malleus Draconia

Malleus follows the same combination style - he’s definitely the obsessive, the stalker, and possessive style. Living in Briar Valley, it’s no secret that as the next in line it is his duty to help provide an heir that will take over for him when the time comes. As his mother and father had loved each other before him, Malleus often wished for the same kind of companionship that they had - however it is hard with Lilia away caring for a young human and Sebek, hence the only thing Malleus has is the comfort of his dreams. He dreams a lot, images of a fair young human traveling through the forests of Briar Valley playing in his mind - Malleus far too fearful to approach.

Many years later - during his junior year at NRC - Lilia informs him of a strange individual that has arrived - a magicless guest that is to be taking residence within the Ramshakle dorm that was on the school campus. Of course, Lilia had known about Malleus’ tendency to spend quiet nights in the dorm, listening to the sounds of the old building creek, the windows rattling against the wind… the silence and stillness of the place. Even so, Malleus does continue to travel to the dorm at night, walking around the premises like a dragon guarding his hoard. One night, however, he encounters you - the child of man with no magic abilities whatsoever - and is surprised by how easily you talk to him, without any fear in your eyes, even more so when you nickname him ‘Tsunotarou’. It slowly becomes a habit for him, heading to the Ramshakle dorm each night daily to spend time with you and talk to you - the first friend he has outside of the protection of Silver and Sebek. 

Malleus often sends Lilia to keep an eye on you, much to the chagrin of Sebek - the elder warming up to you and sharing everything he finds interesting with you with his charge - how you love visiting the other dorms, spending time with Ace, Deuce, and Grim, the struggles you encounter… never mind each of the overblot incidents that cause destruction and harm. Malleus then uses the reports to gain your trust, always lending out a hand to help when needed and offering comfort when there was none to be had. You slowly became his secret treasure - something he wanted to hide away, to protect endlessly until the end of your days.

But still… to a fae, a hundred years can pass in the blink of an eye… a thousand years was just the same way… And when the revelation of Lilia’s powers slowly depleting became noticeable, Malleus became lost for words. He was losing the closest thing he had to a father… and you were close to finding a way back to your world. He couldn’t allow that - he couldn’t lose anyone that was close to him.

When the others attempted to stop him - Malleus easily overpowered them. After all, he is one of the top five mages of the world - his power as a Draconia was more than enough to defeat an army, let alone students in a magic school. With ‘Fae of Maleficence’ casted, darkness covered the school - pulling everyone into slumber and keeping them as they were indefinitely. Everyone could be the protagonist of their own story… everyone could be happy… to live in their current state… and he would never be alone again…

#annonymous asks #ask #tw yandere #tw: yandere #yandere x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere jamil viper #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere idia shroud #yandere malleus draconia #yandere headcanons #headcanon #twst #twst wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home, Part 3

First, Previous

It’s been a while since I’ve shared anything from this fic. I’ve been working on it in the background, though. Might share something a bit longer in the upcoming week or so, even! Ended up reworking nearly everything I want to do for this fic, so it’s been a challenge.

This is the final segment from the first chapter I’ll share before posting to AO3. (There’s a lot more I haven’t shared, though.)

Fic Summary: Tim Drake and Danny Fenton come from very different backgrounds. But two things they have in common are neglectful parents and internet access. And so a friendship is born and secrets shared.

Word Count: 1.4k

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Danny’s hands shook as he held his phone. Then he cursed as it fell through his hands and clattered to the floor. He scrambled to retrieve it and his knees, rather than hit the floor, sunk through it. Eyes burning, he pushed himself up until he was kneeling on top of the floor and reached his phone again.

All of his focus was on staying solid as he dialed a number he’d memorized months ago but never saved. It rang twice and then Tim’s voice came through.

“Danny! It’s been too long since we’ve called each other! How’s it going?”

“Tim? I…” Danny’s voice caught in his throat. He hasn’t said the words yet. He tried to start again but couldn’t say a thing. Was he breathing? The phone fell through his hand again and he realized he was sinking into the floor. He choked back a sob and tried to pick up the phone, but his hands passed right through it.

He tried to take a breath, but it was shallow and shaky. He tried again and it was a little better. He focused and pushed up until he felt solid ground under his knees again. With the same determination, he picked up the phone. This time it didn’t fall.

“…ny? Danny! Are you there? What’s going on?”

“Tim?”

“Thank god, what’s happened? What’s wrong?”

His breathing was still rapid and shallow. “I… Tim, I….” He wiped away the tears he couldn’t stop.

“Danny, it’s okay. I’m here. Don’t force it. Can you breathe with me? In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.” Tim continued to count his breaths.

It took a few repetitions, but eventually Danny was able to follow the pattern. Even if his breath still hitched every few counts. He decided to try again. “Tim, I died,” he blurted out. He pulled his knees up and rested his forehead against them; this time he didn’t fight the tears. “I’m dead. Only…not.”

Tim’s sharp intake of breath was the only sound he heard through the phone speaker for a few too-loud beats of his heart. His heart was still beating. He was still alive. It would be okay. It had to be okay.

“What do you mean?” asked Tim after a moment.

“I told you my parent’s portal didn’t work.”

“Yeah…?”

“Sam and Tucker wanted to see it. And Mom and Dad were depressed and haven’t been in the lab for like a week. So we went down. I… I…” The words wouldn’t come and Danny almost lost himself in the memories, but Tim started counting his breaths again. Danny listened and after a minute was able to continue.

“I entered the portal. They put the ‘on’ button inside. Who does that? But I tripped and hit the button. The portal opened up on top of me. I died. I know I did. But it didn’t take. I came back, too. Only now… I think I’m a ghost. Or part ghost. I’m human. I have to be. I still bleed and I have a heartbeat and I need to breathe. Only… not all the time. Sometimes I change. Into something else. Something not human. That doesn’t have a heartbeat or blood or…”

“Danny, are you safe? I’ll come get you. We can figure this out.”

“No! My parents love me. They forget me sometimes, but they love me. When they’re around, they ask questions and mom makes dinner and we play games and its good. They have done the most amount of research on ghosts of anyone in the world. I need the information they have.” His phone fell through his hand again. “Shit!” he cursed as he grabbed for it again. “I keep turning intangible. It makes me drop everything.”

“When did this happen?” Tim was talking slowly, his voice deliberately steady in a way Danny wasn’t used to.

“A few days ago. Sam or Tucker have been with me constantly since. But both their families needed them tonight. I seem to be mostly stable now. If I can just keep myself solid.” Danny laughed and he ignored how close it sounded to a sob. How did his life end up like this?

“The Justice League can help you. Or the Teen Titans if you would rather people closer to our age. We’ve dealt with people with powers before. We can help you learn to control them.”

“No!” It came out sharper than Danny meant it to. “My parents would find out. And they love me. They’d be fine with it. They would. But…” he trailed off. He couldn’t finish that sentence. He wouldn’t. He would not give voice to the fear that was growing in the back of his head. The one that got stronger when he remembered how his parents reacted the minute they realized the portal had started working. He pushed the memories of his mom laughing gleefully as she grabbed an ecto-gun and his dad set up the ecto-line to try and catch a ghost so they could dissect it.

“Okay, okay. No league. You said you turn intangible? What else happens? Maybe we can talk through this. Figure out ways to help you learn to control your powers. Can you send me some of your parent’s research?”

Danny’s breath came a little stronger. A plan. Tim would help him and they could make a plan. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll send you everything. I’m not at the computer now, but I’ll get it to you as soon as I can. Um. I have two forms. My normal self but also a ghost self. I can turn invisible and intangible. In my ghost form, sometimes my legs disappear and I just have a tail-cloud thing. Like Casper.” He laughed at how ridiculous this sounded. “Sam and Tuck took some pictures to document everything. I’ll try and send you those as well.”

“Thank you. That would help. Not how I imagined our face reveal…”

Danny snorted. “No. Can’t say this is what I imagined either.”

“Can you control your transformations?” It seemed Tim was getting down to business. Danny appreciated that; he needed someone to help him figure out what to do next.

“Full transformation, yeah. I seem to be able to. It’s not perfect, but I’m getting there. It’s the bleed over powers. They’re easier to control in my ghost form than my human one.”

“Bleed over powers. You mean the invisibility and intangibility?”

“Yeah. I dropped like three beakers in Chemistry lab yesterday. I’m not allowed to touch any glassware for the rest of the year.”

Tim whistled. “That’s impressive. Short term, do you have plastic at home? Cups, plates, all of it. Use that for the time being. If you drop it, no big deal.”

“We do still have some stuff from when Jazz and I were younger. Good idea.”

“Next, pay close attention to what happens when you become intangible. What’s going on around you, how are you feeling? Carry a notebook and write down everything you can think of for each instance. Teachers won’t think twice about you writing in a notebook during class, so do it as soon as you possibly can. Also write down the circumstances and feelings surrounding intentional instances. It’s only been a few days. You’ll be able to get this under control, Danny. I know you can.”

Danny took a deep breath. This time it was steadier. He had a plan. “You’re right. That’s perfect. I know Jazz has extra notebooks, I’ll get one from her. Thanks Tim.”

“Keep me updated? I want to hear from you every day. I don’t know if I trust your parents.”

“Will do. I think I’ll be getting my own laptop soon, so that’ll make it easier.”

“Good. I’m not kidding—every day, Danny. And I think we need a failsafe from your end, too. You’ve got Alfred’s number if I ever stop responding so you can get updates on me. I want someone to contact, too.” Tim’s tone brokered no disagreements, and Danny realized he was smiling sincerely for the first time since the accident.

“I… yeah. That’s a good idea. Contact Tucker. He’s always got some sort of device on him and will respond the quickest.” Danny quickly listed off Tucker’s email and phone number. “Now, can we talk about something else? I need a distraction. What’s been going on in your life?”

Danny listened as Tim talked about a mission he and Batman had gone on recently. He really had the best friends.

So now they're both on the vigilante train! God, I miss writing scenes with just 2 characters. Looking over this for a final editing pass, it's so easy when there's only two characters. Nothing else that I'm working on at the moment has fewer than seven people actively in the scene. Seven plus people with strong personalities.

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(I also like writing angst and think I'm pretty decent at it which also made this scene easier.)

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#dpxdc #danny fenton #tim drake #dead tired #danny is struggling #but he's got some good friends #and tim won't let him suffer alone #danny just has to accept the help he has

[superlinguo]

Research Data Management. Or, How I made multiple backups and still almost lost my honours thesis.

This is a story I used to tell while teaching fieldworkers and other researchers about how to manage their data. It’s a moderately improbable story, but it happened to me and others have benefited from my misadventures. I haven't had reason to tell it much lately, and I thought it might be useful to put into writing. This is a story from before cloud storage was common - back when you could, and often would, run out of online email storage space. Content note: this story includes some unpleasant things that happened to me, including multiple stories of theft (cf. moderately improbable). Also, because it's stressful for most of the story, I want to reassure you that it does have a happy conclusion. It explains a lot of my enthusiasm for good research data management. In Australia, 'honours' is an optional fourth year for a three year degree. It's a chance to do some more advanced coursework and try your hand at research, with a small thesis project. Of course, it doesn't feel small when it's the first time you've done a project that takes a whole year and is five times bigger than anything you’ve ever written. I've written briefly about my honours story (here, and here in a longer post about my late honours supervisor Barb Kelly) . While I did finish my project, it all ended a bit weirdly when my supervisor Barb got ill and left during the analysis/writing crunch. The year after finishing honours I got an office job. I hoped to maybe do something more with my honours work, but I wasn't sure what, and figured I would wait until Barb was better. During that year, my sharehouse flat was broken into and the thief walked out with the laptop I'd used to do my honours project. The computer had all my university files on it, including my data and the Word version of my thesis. I lost interview video files, transcriptions, drafts, notes and everything except the PDF version I had uploaded to the University's online portal. Uploading was optional at the time, if I didn't do that I probably would have just been left with a single printed copy. I also lost all my jewellery and my brother’s base guitar, but I was most sad about the data (sorry bro). Thankfully, I made a backup of my data and files on a USB drive that I kept in my handbag. This was back when a 4GB thumb drive was an investment. That Friday, feeling sorry for myself after losing so many things I couldn't replace, I decided to go dancing to cheer myself up. While out with a group of friends, my bag was stolen. It was the first time I had a nice handbag, and I still miss it. Thankfully, I knew to make more than one back up. I had an older USB that I'd tucked down the back of the books on my shelf (a vintage 256MB drive my dad kindly got for me in undergrad after a very bad week when I lost an essay to a corrupted floppy disk). When I went to retrieve the files, the drive was (also) corrupted. This happens with hard drives sometimes. My three different copies in three different locations were now lost to me.

Thankfully, my computer had a CD/DVD burner. This was a very cool feature in the mid-tens, and I used to make a lot of mixed CDs for my friends. During my honours project I had burned backed up files on some discs and left them at my parents house. It was this third backup, kept off site, which became the only copy of my project. I very quickly made more copies. When Barb was back at work, and I rejoined her as a PhD student, it meant we could return to the data and all my notes. The thesis went through a complete rewrite and many years later was published as a journal article (Gawne & Kelly 2014). It would have probably never happened if I didn’t have those project files. I continued with the same cautious approach to my research data ever since, including sending home SD cards while on field trips, making use of online storage, and archiving data with institutional repositories while a project is ongoing.

I’m glad that I made enough copies that I learnt a good lesson from a terrible series of events. Hopefully this will prompt you, too, to think about how many copies you have, where they’re located, and what would happen if you lost access to your online storage.

#language #linguistics #data management #archiving

[komorim]

to generations after us

-> kamisato ayato x f!reader

[ synopsis. ] a while has passed since the death of your husband, and everything seemed to have changed but nothing seemed to have changed at the same time. your routine and life will always be constant, yet the scenery and people of inazuma will never be identical to the ones before. and neither will your heart.

‣ when the sky weeps ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

[ content warnings. ] character death. reader has children with ayato. angst. mentions of suicide. suicidal thoughts. there’s not a lot to say; it’s not dark content. reader is a kitsune from japanese folklore.

[ word count. ] to be counted

[ author’s note. ] hooray! the first one shot of my pair of one shot collections! i’m starting to regret making myself suffer through writing twelve oneshots, but it is what it is :p please bear in mind that updating of the collections won’t be very fast (like any of my updates :x) but i will try to upload two at a time, one for each collection. i originally planned on having the initial upload be four one shots so you all have something to read while i’m cooking up the rest, but i only got three done and i decided to just post one first :x

day one, day two, day three. how many days has passed was originally clear to you at first, but then there came one point in time that you lost track. when you lost track of the number of days passed since one of the biggest milestones in your ever lasting life.

since the day your husband, the love of your life, the father of your children, had passed away.

looking back on it now, you don't believe that your life had much of a change after his death. after all, it wasn’t your first time experiencing loss. yet this time was somewhat different. it wasn’t just a friend or a mortal you had attachment to that passed. no. it was your husband, the one who who married you, the one you mothered children with, the one you gave your heart to.

the first couple of days were dreadful, trying to comfort your children from the pain of losing their father and having to deal with awful words thrown at you because you haven’t shed a tear.

but what do they know?

as a mother, how could you make your children worry for you when they’re already mourning? how could you cry your heart out and voice your desire to die with him? you didn’t have the liberty of doing so.

so you could only resort to silently weeping as your hand rests over what was once ayato’s side of the bed. in the middle of the night, all you could think about was how regretful you were that you weren’t by his side, how you couldn’t hear his last words nor caress his face like you once did one last time. yet after weeks of barely sleeping, you still had to act as if you were okay in order to not raise the attention of your children.

though day by day, you continue such behavior and the negativity that surrounds you only grows.

seeing the kamisato estate as it was before, the same the last time you saw ayato slowly crumbled your will into pieces. you can almost see him in the shadows, smiling at you as he calls you to come join him for dinner, frowning as he scolds your laziness, smirking as he looks at your flushed face when he walks out of the shower half naked, humming as he walks down the hallways.

it’s all too familiar.

everything and anything reminds you of him. his cologne is still placed in the same place last time he used it. his toothbrush still sits in the stand next to yours. his coat still hangs by the door. his shoes still rest on the rack.

nothing seems to have changed, but everything did.

the streets on inazuma city still look the same as when you and him last went on a date. your favorite food stand is still selling your usual order. the trees are still in full blossom.

yet your loving commissioner isn’t there anymore.

how are you supposed to keep pretending? how are you supposed to reassure your children again and again that you’re taking his death well when that red moving object in your chest cavity has long withered and died?

how can you hug them and looks at them when their features resemble half of his?

you had missed him too much, and wanted to feel him and smell the scent of him terribly. you wanted to hug him, and kiss him, and ask for him to comfort you as he always did. then your attention fell onto the the white coat he wears everyday. it was bound to be covered in his scent, and after contemplating whether it was worth it to destroy the way he left things, you gave in to the urge.

bringing the coat back to the bed, you cuddled up to it and hugged it tightly, breathing in the faint scent of ayato. the crumpling of paper you heard was odd, knowing that it wasn’t a sound a normal coat was supposed to make. and when you pulled out the now slightly wrinkled envelope, tears started to pool in your eyes when you recognized the familiar penmanship.

you opened the seal carefully, not wanting to destroy the last thing he left you, and you pulled out the piece of paper that has already aged. it made you wonder how long ago he had first wrote this.

how long ago was he expecting his abrupt end.

my dear, the love of my life, my darling fox,

you hadn’t even begun to read its contents before a choked sob forced its way through your throat, emotional already at the mention of his pet names for you. names that you loved to hear.

how are you doing? probably not so good since you most likely are reading this after the news of my death. you can almost hear his light chuckle. i once remember you asking me why it is that i started to keep one hand in my pocket out of habit. now you probably know why. even without me telling you, you were always so very smart and perceptive. which was why it made me so nervous trying to keep this letter a secret. as your beloved husband, i know i shouldn’t be keeping secrets from you, but i had to. i knew you’d give me an earful if you knew about me writing such a letter when i’m “so young and have many years ahead of me.” but i had to write something like this soon. because who knows when i might die? the thought of it breaks my heart as well, but we both knew this would happen one day. after all, i am a mortal. if i had the choice, i would sell my soul and more to obtain immortality, since how could i bear to just leave you one day? but it’s the inevitable truth that my end will definitely come before yours. so i keep looking, keep staring at your face and features, trying to engrave them into my mind and heart and soul so that i never forget you even long after i’ve passed. even as i write this, i often glance up at your sleeping features on the bed. how beautiful you are. and how it saddens me to imagine those beautiful features i love distort into pain and grief. which is why i hope i can stay longer, just a bit longer. one more minute, one more hour, one more day. i hope that with my presence, i can make you smile for that much longer. though i understand that your smile from the day i die on will probably only be for the sake of presentation. to reassure, to comfort. after all, you never truly smiled until you fell in love with me. and that’ll always be the proudest achievement of my life. but please, don’t be too saddened by my passing. i understand the love you harbor for me, but please don’t let it be the reason you’re awake at night. a mortal’s life is short compared to yours, and you still have many years, many decades, many centuries. without me, you still have our children, and their children, and their children, and many generations after. you are never alone, my love. and there will be much, much more people in the future who will love and accompany you as i did.

the letter wasn’t complete, since you had a habit of calling him to bed every time he stayed up working. but you knew the purpose that the letter was supposed to serve. to make you feel better. but the day by day torture and regret that you put yourself through has already put you into an abyss so deep that a simple farewell letter couldn’t pull you out.

you became secluded, just like how your life was before a certain kamisato rudely interrupted.

he swept in, rescuing you from fox hunters when he was no better. the hunters wanted your life, and him making you fall in love and then leaving is no different. and the more you think about it, the more resent grows, and the moment of comfort that the letter brought you was long forgotten.

he wooed you with his sweet words and warm smile until you willingly handed him your heart. and then he left you alone, just like nothing had happened. but what was worse was that he didn’t just leave, no, he took your heart with him too.

you were used to loneliness for centuries. you enjoyed the leisurely life you had. but now that you’ve seen happiness, seen companionship, seen love, how were you supposed to go back to your previous life?

it’s cruel. what he did was unforgiving. and asking you not to despair? it was selfish.

he was alike a caretaker that has made an animal dependent on him and then pushed them back into the wild. a caretaker that stripped the abilities of hunting and survival from a wild animal before abandoning them once again. a caretaker that rescued an animal in need before blowing out the fire of hope.

how could he? more importantly, how are you going to survive without your caretaker? you’ve grown used to it all in this habitat that you loved, and now you can’t imagine a life without him.

you’ve grown miserable, resentful, to the point that you can’t help but want to tell him that you’ll never forgive him for the rest of your life.

but you can’t. you love him too much, gave him your all and more. he’s the man you loved, the first and only man you loved, and the one that loved you the most. how could you ever have it in your heart to hate him? how could you hate someone that first thought about you when the idea of their own death comes into mind?

one moment you’re screaming, sobbing from all the pain and anguish, and the next you’re begging for something, somewhere, that they could bring him back to you.

because without her caretaker, the silly fox that already gave her heart away would die in the wild.

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Play Along : The Series⎜pt 6

✧ Pairings: Mingyu x Reader ⎜Dino x Reader⎜ Hoshi x Reader ⎜ Wonwoo x Reader ⎜

✧ Genre:  Poly!AU ⎜ Idol!AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: Recording Sex ⎜ Jealousy ⎜ Sneaky Kisses ⎜ Hints at a foursome for the next part ⎜ Set up chapter for teacher gyu ⎜

✧ Word Count: 3k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE WRONG DRAFT! I had two versions of part 6 and this was the one after many sleepless nights that I intended to post as it helped lead better into the next few chapters- and still managed to post the wrong one. Anyway please disregard the other part and enjoy this instead.

Also Thank You to all my readers for helping me get to 1,000 followers. I really appreciate everyone who supports my work!

(UNEDITED)

It’s been three weeks. 

Three weeks since your night with Dino. 

Three weeks since your night with any of them other than your boyfriend. It was strange not seeing the others at least once a week, your boyfriend often coming home tired and wanting nothing more than to eat and go to sleep. 

Comeback season was always the worst. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” Mingyu whispers into your skin, his torso bare, his body slung over the top of yours. You chuckle, drawing small patterns on his broad back, smiling as you feel him melt further into you. 

“You’ve seen me almost everyday, gyu.” 

“I know, but we’ve never actually seen each other - either you’re asleep by the time I get home, or I’m asleep. I just missed being with you.” You can’t help but grin at his words, pressing a soft kiss against the top of his head, almost able to picture the blush rising on his cheeks. 

“I missed you too, gyu.” You respond, looking down at him as he raises his head from your chest, resting his chin against your sternum as he looks up at you. “I’ve missed all of you, it’s been so quiet around here lately.” You chuckle. 

“Yeah, I guess you haven’t seen them in a while.” Mingyu says, you can hear the sulking in his voice, the pout starting on his face. 

“What’s wrong? Have I done something wrong?” You question, and Mingyu shakes his head quickly. 

“You haven’t done anything wrong, I think you’ve done everything too well is the problem. They all love you, and can’t wait to spend more time with you, but sometimes I just want you to myself.” He sulks, pushing himself up from the bed, sitting back on his knees watching as you let out a small chuckle. 

“Aww, the big baby doesn’t like to share.” You tease, sitting up mimicking his position on his knees. “But seriously, if you don’t want to share anymore your don’t have to.” You add, shuffling forwards a little before pulling Mingyu’s hand into your, clasping your hands together gently. 

“I don’t want to call anything off.” He says, his voice determined as he adds, “I just wish your weren’t so loveable sometimes.” You smile at him, rolling your eyes, as he grabs your other hand pulling them both upwards placing soft kisses on your knuckles. 

“Then maybe we should show them who decides who gets to play.” You coo, a sly grin on your face and Mingyu grins back, the idea forming in the back of his mind. 

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You question, looking down at mingyu, his cock buried deep inside you, one hand on your hip holding you still while he fiddles with your phone. “What if they spread it?” You question, all the warnings you’ve ever heard about sending nudes ringing in your head. 

“They won’t.” 

“How can you be so sure.” 

“I may not be the scariest person, but they all know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine. Including sharing Hoshi’s hentai stash.” Mingyu chuckles, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your bare skin as he presses a few buttons on his phone, the room only lit with the bedside lamp. 

Mingyu gives you a quick nod, his phone filming as he pushes your hips back and forth slowly, your hands splayed on his abdomen as you take the lead in building both your pleasure. 

“Shit, gyu” You curse, “I feel so full.” You hum in content as you move your hips to the rhythm of the soft R&B music in the background, you hair falling over your shoulder as you lean forwards gaining more momentum with your thrusting. 

Mingyu pans the phone from where your hips meet up to the bottom of your jaw, you face still out of view as you boobs bounce to the rhythm of your thrusts, mingyu jutting his hips up on occasion pulling a groan from you. You feel mingyu shift slowly, bracing his feet on the mattress the hand on your hip stopping your movements, his thighs clenching as he begins to drill up into you. 

“Who are you thinking of when you fuck me, princess?” Mingyu questions, his voice deep as he hold back moans, your head thrown back, ignoring his words, chasing your own high. 

“Hoshi?” He asks, and you let out a quiet sigh, you body still moving. 

“Seungcheol?” He continues, you lip trapped between your teeth as your hips speed up a little. 

“Wonwoo?” He can feel you clench at the name, a smile blooming on his face. “Of course it’s Wonwoo, you know what he’d call you princess?” Mingyu asks, your head shaking as you stare down at the phone is his hand. 

“Filthy little slut.” He whispers, you hips stuttering, your pussy clenching around him tightly, as you rocking becomes more intense. 

“Fuck.” He groan as you clench around him, your hands on his stomach the only thing keeping your steady as his movements become brutal, the feeling building quickly in your abdomen. 

“Mingyu, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, his deep grunts telling you he was getting close to. He can feel it in the way your hands tighten on his bare skin, your nails digging into his sides. He grins, stopping his movements suddenly, stopping the video on his phone, removing his hand from your hip, typing quickly on his phone. 

“I fucking hate you so much right now.” You hiss, moving your hips softly and slowly, trying not to loose the feeling. 

“I know, but you’ll love me again later.” Mingyu coos, placing his phone to the side as he sits up pulling your body towards him, his lips pressed again yours, taking his time devouring you. 

Your legs are quick to wrap around his waist as he sits up onto his knees bringing you with him, before turning the two of your around, your head falling softly against the pillows. He places a few soft kisses to your lips before moving down your body, sucking against the rise of your chest, pulling away to look at his work with a smile, picking up his phone snapping a quick picture of the purple bruises raising along your chest, a trail from your collar bone to the centre of your breasts, sending it in the group chat with the video. 

“Gyu, I don’t know how much longer I can put up with your teasing.” You whine, reaching for him. 

“I know, baby. But it’ll pay off in the long run.” He responds, the furious dinging of his phone interrupt your conversation. 

“What are they saying?” You question, tiling your head up to get a glimpse of the chat on his phone. It clear to you the swear words that Seungcheol is sending, and the absolute confusion on Vernon’s part, his text seeming almost concerned the video had been sent to the wrong place. 

Wonwoo sends through a question mark and nothing else, the others sending in their own slew of swear words and questions. 

“Ready for the grand finale?” You nod in response, taking the phone from his hand, opening the camera app facing it down your body, Mingyu visible on the screen. He nods at you to start filming, moving slowly as he opens your legs, sliding down the mattress until his face in level with your pelvis. 

All you can do is watch your boyfriend through the screen, your breathing heavy as he presses soft kisses against your tender skin, his finger gripping onto the supple skin of you thighs, holding them open as he blows a soft breath over your swollen pussy. 

“Who do you belong to?” He questions, his eyes turned up towards you, his mouth ready to devour what’s in front of him. 

“You.” 

“Who calls the shots?” He asks. 

“You.” 

“Who is your favourite member of seventeen?” 

“You.” You chuckle after his question, your thighs tense as he leans closer towards your sensitive spots.

“And who deserves to be spoilt at all times?” His last question takes you by surprise, definitely not what you had practiced before starting your scheme.

“You?” You saying confused, Mingyu shaking his head with a smile. 

“No baby. It’s you.” He chuckles, before diving straight for your folds, his mouth pulling a high pitched moan from you. Your head pushing into the pillows, your hips bucking up towards his face. Mingyu’s hands hold you steady, his hand keeping you open and ready for him. 

“Holy Jesus.” You whine as his tongue dips inside of you, his nose bumping against your clit as he pushes his tongue in and out a few times before licking up your pussy. 

He feasts like a starved man, his movements quick and strong, your free hand reaching down to lace in his hair. 

“Mingyu, please.” You sigh, your chest heaving, the whole scene being captured on his phone. Mingyu pulls his face away for no more than ten seconds, taking a few deep breaths his fingers gathering some of your slick, before he dives back in his finger pushing into you quickly. 

You continue to whine, a fire burning inside of your abdomen, your thighs beginning to shake as you do your best to hold them open. 

“Mingyu, I can’t.” You cry out, as he adds a third finger, his mouth pulling away from your cunt as he looks up towards you. 

“Come for me, you deserve it.” He coos, as that’s all it takes, his fingers still pumping in and out of your as you try to twist away from him, the orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your hips bucking as his fingers keeping moving, your lip trapped between your teeth as you try to keep your moans in. 

“That’s it princess, you did so well.” He praises, his fingers slowing before he pulls them out of you, sucking off any juices left behind, your hips falling to the bed as your thigh slap shut, you chest raising and falling quickly as your body settles back down. 

“What do you say, princess?” Mingyu asks. 

“Thank you.” You respond, letting out a soft laugh as mingyu reaches for the phone in your hand, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. He types on the phone quickly, sending the video before dropping onto the bed beside you, pulling the covers up and over your bodies. 

You roll over, throwing a leg over his, his arms sliding under your neck, pulling you towards his chest. Once again it doesn’t take long for the group chat to start blowing up. 

Woozi is the first to respond, just reacting to the video with a large bubble of love heart emojis, making the two of your chuckle. The notifications continue, the boys all reacting in their own way, Jeonghan sending a voice memo, saying he was in the car when he opened the first video, and now the managers think he’s watching porn in public. 

“I mean it is kind of porn.” You huff, sitting up deciding now is a good time to pee before you get too comfortable. 

The last notification pings you and mingyu looking at each other with surprised grins. 

‘Wonwoo has left the chat’ 

“What do you think that means?” You question and mingyu shrugs. 

“I guess people deal with seeing their best friend fucking their girlfriend in different ways.” Mingyu chuckle throwing his phone to the side, ushering you to the bathroom. 

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It took three days for you to get the courage to go over to the dorm. 

Three days to be able to look your friends in the eyes, as flashes of them watching the video of you runs through your mind. You barely moved from Mingyu’s side, keeping your fingers locked with his at all times, needing some sort of barrier if the shame got too much. 

“Thank you for the food tonight, it was delicious.” Woozi is the first to approach you, finding you in the kitchen washing the dishes, a smile bright on his face. 

“Thanks, woozi. Old family recipe.” You say before turning back to the dirty dishes. You can feel him hover behind you, you glance quickly over your shoulder, smiling as you see him look at the roof obviously thinking hard about something. 

“You know, about the video…” Woozi begins, the plate falling back into the sink of hot water as you hide your face in your arms. 

“Please don’t. It’s so embarrassing, I told Mingyu it wasn’t a good idea.” You whine, keeping your head in the sink as you feel a gentle stroke on your arm. 

“I was going to say that it was very much appreciated.” Woozi says, a short laugh bursting from him as you raise your head slightly. Woozi looks like he’s about the add something but a short knock on the wall pulls his attention away from you. 

“Cheol, is looking for you.” Wonwoo says quietly, looking between you and Woozi with a frown. Woozi nods, bidding you a quick goodbye leave the two of you alone in the kitchen. 

“Hey Woo, are you heading out tonight too?” You question, your eyes locking with his as he nods slowly. 

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be helping you with this?” He spits, looking over the last few dirty dishes with a glare. 

“He’s setting up our movie night in Hoshi’s room, I told him I can do it.” You answer, cocking your head to the side as your take Wonwoo in. His hand clenched at his sides, his weight shifting on his feet. “Are you okay? You seem a little tense?” 

He reaches you in two strides, his hands on either side of your face as he pulls your face towards his, his lip catching yours. You body falters, unsure of what to do, your hands gripping his wrists as he tilts his head deepening the kiss slowly. 

Wonwoo takes a few steps forwards backing you against the counter, your bodies pressed together, one of wonwoo’s hand slipping down to your waist, desperate for the two of you to be closer together. Your body responds to the kiss, your head falling back, a soft gasp leaving your mouth as Wonwoo trails kisses down your jaw, his hands tight on your hips. 

“I would never call you a filthy slut.” Wonwoo hisses, his sucks harsh on your skin as the blood rushes to the surface. “You’re much too good for that.” He adds, finally pulling his mouth away from your skin, looking down at the purple bruise with a smile, before leaning forwards to catch your lips again. 

“Baby? Are you still in the kitchen?” Mingyu’s voice calls down the hallway, Wonwoo stepping away from your quickly, the daze finally leaving you as your hand flies up to your neck. 

“You marked me?” You question, staring at the boy in confusion. Wonwoo just smiles and nods. 

“Just showing what should be mine.” He coos, turning quickly as Mingyu walks into the kitchen his body tensing as he looks over wonwoo and then turns his gaze to you, you hand still grasping your neck. 

“What did you do?” Mingyu mumbles turning towards Wonwoo. You can feel the heat radiating off mingyu as he thinks the worse. “What did you do?” He reiterates, Wonwoo shrugging. 

“Nothing she didn’t want.” Wonwoo answers, taking this chance to slip out of the kitchen, you body finally moving from the counter, grabbing Mingyu’s hand before he can follow after the other man. 

“Gyu, it’s fine. It’s just a hickey.”  Mingyu turns back to you, lifting your head to examine the mark before letting out a long sigh, his forehead falling against yours. “I’m sorry, gyu. I should’ve stopped it before it started.” You coo, your hands rubbing up and down his arms softly, his body relaxing slightly. 

“It’s fine…” He begins, taking a few moments before continuing, “I just couldn’t help but think the worst.” 

You nod slowly, pulling your forehead away from his, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I know things are tense between you two right now, but he’d never actually hurt me. You know that, right?” Mingyu nods quickly, letting out another sigh before stepping away from you. 

“Are you ready for our movie night?” Mingyu asks and you nod, reaching over to the sink to quickly wash your hands before following after him down the hallway, stopping in front of hoshi’s door with furrowed brows. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“I just have a quick surprise for you.” 

“What’re you talking about.” 

“I just thought someone should show these punks how to make a girl cum.” He whispers, opening the door and ushering you inside, closing the door quickly behind you, two pairs of eye shooting up to the door way as you walk in. 

They continue to watch as Mingyu comes up behind you, his hands on your hips as he leans down to your ear. 

“Get on the bed.” He whispers, and you nod, scurrying over to Hoshi’s bed sending him a quick smile as you crawl into the middle turning to face the three men in the room. 

“One thing about her, is she is a switch through and through.” Mingyu begins, tugging on his shirt, pulling it over his head, your eyes raking down his body in appreciation. “She likes a bit of both to be really satisfied.” He adds, walking over to the bed, gripping your ankle giving a sharp tug, pulling you to lay flat on your back. You let out a small laugh as you wait for Mingyu to continue his lesson. 

“If you want to be a good partner, you need to be able to do whatever it takes to please your partner.” Mingyu grins, climbing onto the end of the bed, leaving the other two men standing in the corner of the room, his hands gripping your ankles as he tugs on your again, pulling your pelvis closer to his, as he looks down at you. 

“How do you want it, princess?” 

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[oldestenemy]

The wizard is glad they are sent to Cyrus when things have settled. That again, he is the one who knows anything of the world they are seeking, out of everyone.

“I want you to seek out an old…friend of mine.” He explains the bones of their quest—find Ivan the Great, have him aid in finding Baba Yaga, convince her to help with Bartleby’s ailment—and it feels painfully simple. But they know better. It will not remain so.

“Polaris lies at the very edge of the Spiral—on the horizon as it were—Where land meets sky, where the worlds fall off into the endless expanse of the in-between. Why it would cause Bartleby to fall ill, I cannot begin to fathom. But if there are answers to be found in Polaris, you would be the one to find them.”

The spiral key for Polaris looks like a little three pronged lamp-post. Silvery and shining faintly.

They are going to need to invest in a bigger keyring soon…

Before going, a note of importance.

“I know the others have it handled, but—”

“—Rest assured I will keep eyes and ears out for Mr. Grimwater.” Cyrus finishes before they get the words out. It offers a relief the wizard can barely explain. They cannot shake the feeling that there is a wrongness to his disappearance, a danger around it.

“Thank you. Really.” They force themself not to add for everything.

They have been trying harder to make their interactions with other people feel less final.

It’s hard.

But they’re trying.

Penny and Malorn are standing by Bartleby waiting for them.

It’s not going to be like the last time.

There is urgency here, yes, but they are not sprinting forward after their own demise.

“Be careful,” Penny urges as soon as they are in earshot.

“I will be,” the wizard responds, “this—this won’t be as bad as the other worlds I’ve been to in the last year. In and out.” Maybe if they speak that into existence it will become true. Probably not.

“Somehow I doubt that,” Malorn says, “if you need us, or need a break—if you can get one—I’ll be here or in Dragonspyre.”

“I’m going back to Marleybone for a while to visit my parents,” Penny adds, “but promise if something happens—”

“—You’ll be the first to know.” The wizard assures her.

It’s a lie.

They are going to keep these things as far from the others as they can manage.

This is the first time they’ve walked through Bartleby in…a very long time. It looks different. Leaves falling and wilting in every corner, autumn colors invade upon the green, not vibrant but sickly and muted. They try not to think that it’s helping. The fact that it has changed within the chamber means it is not throwing them so distinctly back into the moments after Azteca.

The door opens onto a chill, onto the distinct smell of snow.

“Ahem!”

A…penguin?

A…French penguin.

The inhabitants of the spiral never cease to be interesting at least.

Sometimes their memories from Earth have use here. But why anyone would decide for penguins to be French—especially in a locale that seems more like tsarist Russia—they don’t particularly have time to dwell on. The only reason it’s familiar at all is because they had been fixated on that animated movie about a missing Russian princess for several years of their young childhood. They can almost hear the music as they walk through the streets.

Routine falls into place.

Maybe it’s the fact that prior to this they were involved in an outright war, but the fighting here seems almost trivial. Before they know it, they are wrapped up in a revolution, throwing fish into the harbor, following Red Rosa to whatever she needs.

And then they are assisting a polar bear in dancing a ballet—and gods that movie just keeps coming back to pester them doesn’t it—but it feels good to be doing something that isn’t…dueling. Somewhere along the line one of the Patriôtes had handed the wizard a saber that was now functioning as their wand—something they haven’t really done since Avalon, and before that Dragonspyre—it makes the battles a bit visceral for their tastes, especially when they are not yet sure of their purpose here.

Find Ivan.

This does prove to be fairly straightforward, and following him through his aid to the Patriôtes and their rebellion is both easy and—a little entertaining. There is an element of joy that underlies every act of resistance, and Ivan’s intensity in battle has them missing Dyvim. But like everyone, they leave him when the time comes. Walking into the cold expansive woods alone in search of Baba Yaga.

An eerie silence permeates this part of the forest. It is as though all the wildlife were holding its breath.

Raven is loud here, near as loud as she is in Grizzleheim.

The wizard ignores her. They have been doing so for months now, still angry for Nidavellir, for her dragging Malorn and the other necromancers into problems that did not need to be theirs. But they never went back to see her, they meant to at least try and get answers about Lorcan—

But then Duncan went missing, and now this.

It doesn’t matter.

Grandmother Raven is not going anywhere.

They can go and shout themself hoarse at her perch whenever the mood strikes.

What the wizard does find in this silent clearing of the wood, is a girl.

A human girl.

Which—under many circumstances shouldn’t be considered strange, but the only other human they’ve seen in Polaris thus far is Rasputin. It’s not often they run into people who aren’t also some kind of creature. Though on closer inspection, perhaps this girl is some kind of creature. There are inky black feathers shifting in her hair that look as though they sprout straight from her scalp along with it.

Later they learn the girl—Mellori—is Baba Yaga’s daughter. Given that the witch herself lives inside a house with chicken legs, Mellori’s feathered hair no longer strikes them as surprising. Nor does her immediate act of following them to the Auroracle. Mellori reminds them of their younger self. Hungry for adventure and mystery.

The wizard isn’t sure yet if that is a welcome comfort, or a bad omen for their new friend’s future.

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The gift shop cutie.

Steve Harrington x gender neutral reader

Plot/Idea from @leehoney0 : Omg could someone write a Steve imagine where he gets jealous of another character but he doesn't know they are related due to dressing look/different

Notes: I tried to keep to keep it gender neutral so if I messed up somewhere please tell me! You can find the original post here. 

The other person who want this to happen. @preciousbabypeter

Warnings: Chaos, stupid Steve, cute Steve, and everyone being done with Steve.

Length: Short. 

The setting area was loud because of people talking, steve toned almost everything out even the people he was with. He decided to take the kids and some of the others out to get ice cream but he never he would feel this way today.

All he could do was watch as they smiled at him, or the way they would laugh at almost everything he said. And the fact he looked so cool when he did it like it wasn’t anything to him as he leans along the counter.

If he would have known Eddie was going to flirt with the person he’s fallen for then he wouldn’t have brought him. Y/n l/n was why he came into this place, since they were just perfect to Steve and the most attractive person he’s ever seen.

He remembered when he first came into the restaurant to try it out and then he saw them at the gift shop register. Their smile was wide as they talked to some customers and his mind only thought that smile after that.

But now they were talking with eddie. Steve hadn’t asked them out on a date but he’s talk to them every time he’s come. Steve would order food for him and Robin just to talk and see them every day.

The stupid grin that was on Eddie’s face made Steve’s blood boil. Steve noticed everything about you and has been working up the courage to ask you out, wanting to take it slow. But eddie just showed up and started to flirt with you. It was ridiculous.

Steve wanted to slap that grin off his face so bad. But he would never do that because that’s not the person he was, but he wanted to.

“I swear this burger isn’t even good anymore” Robin said from beside Steve while dustin just licked his finger and shook his head. “No, this place is always good” Robin groaned again.

“I’m not saying that, but we have it everyday” Steve only toned back for a second to hear their conversation but all he could focus on was y/n and him. He should be the one talking to her right now, what did Eddie have that he didn’t?

“Steve? You haven’t touch your pizza” Dustin said while the ribs sauce was all over his face, Robin almost couldn’t contain herself while Steve looked back at them to not get himself caught.

“Not hungry” the older boy shrugged

“You wanted to come.” Dustin pointed out yelling a bit.

“And? I changed my mind”

Robin looked from them then to the area he has been staring at for the passed ten minutes and her face was smug as she put the pieces together. “Is it that cutie on the register?” Steve opened his mouth to defend himself but it didn’t work and he just stumbled on his words.

“That’s why you make us get this place every day? You have a little crush” Dustin quickly looked back to see who steve has been crushing on and go his surprise he saw you and Eddie. Oh he was going to get a kick out of this because he knew that you and Eddie were related. He’s meet you before and he loves you since you bring him muffins.

“It’s because of eddie?” Dustin questions.

“No” Steve huffed.

“Bullshit, I know when you get all jealous. You cross your arms and get that little pouty face.” Steve immediately uncrosses his arms and fixes his face.

“I’m not pouting”

“Yes you are. You did it when you and Nancy first broke up”

“I did not”

“You literally did”

“Listen her shithead-” Robin rolled her eyes at the two boys and looks back at you and Eddie. She wanted her friend to be happy and you seems sweet by the way you carried you self at the moment.

"Well you better fix that pout because they’re walking over here” Steve wanted to fight on the pout part but quickly realized what she actually said.

He looked at the two of you heading towards the table and his heart skipped a beat again, god you were beautiful. He couldn’t stop himself from staring but who could blame him.

“Everyone this is my cousin, y/n” Eddie throws his hands up and pointed at you. You smiled and looked around the table, your eyes fell on dustin first.

“Hey, did you get my last patch of muffins” Dustin nodded eagerly as he took another bite of his ribs. “I love them” he said with his mouth full you smiled proudly and let out a small chuckle.

“I’ll be sure to send you some more” You turned your gaze to the girl and gave her a wave but when you looked at the one closest to you, your eyes went wide.

“Hello, Steve” Your voice was angelic to his hears and he couldn’t believe everything thing that happened in the passed five minutes. He was jealous of Eddie, your cousin and you knew Dustin. But over all you remember his name.

“You remember me?” His words came out as a whisper and in disbelief.

“Of course you’re my favorite customer” He just looked shocked and didn’t say anything, you waited for him to say anything but it didn’t happen. You thought you made it awkward so you need to get away from this situation.

“Nice see you all but I have customer to get back to” As you started to step back you pointed to the empty gift shop as you walked back.

Eddie shook his head and put it into his hand. “That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen” He dropped down next to Dustin and looked at them all but mostly at Steve.

“Look Harrington I just had to convince them to finally come and talk to you, they’ve told me all about you. And now I see the way you looked back at them so get over your little crisis and go talk to them ” Steve continued to sit down and stare dumbfounded.

“Get your ass up” And he did and quickly jumped out his set, almost falling in the process, but rushed into the gift store. The three that remained at the table looked around at each other.

“He’s stupid” They all said in unison.

You didn’t know what you were washing off the counter but you needed to do something to look like you weren’t freaking out inside. You felt like a total idiot but little didn’t you know he did too.

“I’m glad I’m your favorite costumer” You heard Steve’s voice from in front of you, causing you to look up and you could feel heat rise to your cheeks.

“Your the only one that sits and talks to me” you through the rag under the counter and leaned on your hands.

“You sure it’s not because I’m charming?” you chuckled at his comment.

“Charming is what gets you those lollipops, or did you think they are for everyone and not just kids?” You smirked and pointed to the bowl of lollipops, he just rolled his eyes playfully.

“Well if I’m so charming then let me take you out on a date” You felt yourself weaken for a minute out of shock and your face dropped. You questioned him again to see what he actually said.

“Look i just sat in my set for ten minutes being jealous over Eddie, and that’s stupid because I should have just owned up. So that’s what I’m doing now before someone starts to see you like I do” You almost couldn’t believe it and you felt butterflies.

“Jealous of eddie?” You chuckled again and he let out a groan.

“Eddie is punk and he’s, Eddie. He’s cool and all but he’s nothing like you. I mean you look way better then him and you dress brighter then him. Also your attitude is different so I didn’t even think the two of you could be related” You only smiled and took ahold of his hand.

“Steve, it’s okay. I would love to go on a date with you” he let out a relief of sigh and smiled at you.

“Do I still get a lollipop?”

#fluff steve harrington #steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington #stranger things x reader #dustin henderson #eddie munson fluff #robin buckley

[giovanni-solos]

My solution to absolutely everything that troubles me late at night is to yell to the rooftops about whatever has my interest, be it yapping off in my brain or reaching out to my bros. But tonight I decided “here we go I’m giving up my wack ass AU to Tumblr” as my coping skill.

It’s an age swap au mostly centered around DazAtsu (this is your cue to leave if your not here for that) and the 18 Dazai navigating through grief and life in the agency, along side his strange growing feelings towards Atsushi that he just can’t seem to name. the way I see it is that since him and Atsushi have swapped ages, it’s either his past would have taken place much earlier or he would have just skipped the years in hiding and gone straight to the other side like Oda had wished of him.

I’ve actually had two fanfictions written for it so far that have almost NOTHING to do with adjusting to his life because of inconsistency but I will still post the first one as well as the second one hoping I didn’t just copy paste the same exact link twice. Funny story I actually came up with this thanks to taking part in the 2023 DazAtsu week over on twitter before I deleted the app and account, it came with a art piece I’ve featured previously on here, those are (kind of) their designs but those aren’t the updated ones. God now that I’m thinking about it I’ve been cooking this up for MONTHS and haven’t said or done much of anything on it publicly.

Actually while I’m on my tangent here is the doodles, showcasing them mostly

The next one is an unfinished piece I made for them

I leave a lot of things unfinished in terms of both art and writing. But, without further adeiu here’s some little facts I managed to keep bouncing in my pinball machine of a brain:

• Dazai had been in contact with Ranpo after Oda’s death and received an offer to become a detective. While waiting by the iconic river for who he thought was Ranpo intrusive thoughts struck him and he jumped into the water. Atsushi fished him out and gave him his coat.

• he’s been stealing that damn huge coat any chance he gets ever since

• Dazai had one of Oda’s shirts, it became a source of comfort after his friend’s death to the point he just hardly took it off.

• Atsushi’s attire, though hardly professional is actually acceptable considering what his ability does to clothes.

• Yosano, Dazai, and Kyouka all share a close somewhat familial bond over their dealings with the port mafia and Mori. Yosano also has a spare key to Dazai’s dorm incase he relapses.

• Dazai still cannot cook for shit no matter how people try to teach him, not even his mentor crush Atsushi is successful in doing so.

• Dazai always feels intimidated by Fukuzawa, and tries his hardest to avoid eye contact with him afraid he’ll disrespect him.

• the dynamics of skk and sskk are mostly unchanged other than sskk being both wiser between themselves, and skk being two feral little shits that need to be put in cages.

not sure if I mentioned Chuuya and Akutagawa being swapped like Dazai and Atsushi. Oops.

Look at that you got to the end, feels good? Bad? Well you got here anyways. I quite enjoyed rambling to the walls of my enclosure hoping to be given a piece of cheese, I actually forgot about my stresses for a moment whilst i ran to go grab my sketches. ‘Twas nice, happy holidays you crazy people who decided to read this post.

#bungou stray dogs #dazatsu #bsd #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #bungo stray dogs #bsd atsushi #bsd dazai #age swap au #dontknowwhattocallitbutilikeit au #this is a mess #I like it messy #this was fun #I should ramble more often like this lmao

[deepspacedukat]

Pampered

So @bigblissandlove1 and I were chatting, and the idea of S'Talon allowing his lover to explore him and do whatever she wants with him came up...I died and was reincarnated with a draft already open for fic purposes. Convenient...

S’Talon is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1. This story was written/posted with their permission. Go check out their story, “The Raptor’s Descent” if you haven’t already! That’s where S’Talon came from! ✨

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S'Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, handcuffs, oral sex (male receiving), kissing (copious amounts), fondling, teasing, masturbation, begging, woman on top, unprotected sex, creampie, well-discussed restraint usage, lok worship, body worship, S'Talon=strong, handcuffs=flimsy, d/s dynamics, sub!S'Talon...for now.

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A firm, metallic click issued somewhere above S'Talon's head, and he felt a heady rush of anticipation about what was to come.

"Comfy, darling?" His lover hovered over him to the left side of the bed, skimming the tips of her fingertips down the Riov's forearm toward his torso. Licking his lips and taking a steadying breath, he nodded his head. "I need your words, handsome."

Brave girl. She knew that he could destroy the cuffs holding him to the bed in an instant should the whim take him. He could put an end to this little charade at any point if he decided he wanted to be back in control.

But no. No, S'Talon would control himself. He would allow her these little liberties. Tonight, after all, was for her. She'd been tentative enough when she asked whether he'd be willing to be the one in the cuffs for an evening. How could he refuse her when she asked so politely?

Elements, he knew he couldn't refuse her anything, much less an exploration of pleasure from another angle. That was why he was currently lying in bed, his head propped up by a plush pillow and his wrists restrained near the headboard while his lover drank in every inch of his nude body.

"I'm quite comfortable, thank you, e'lev," he murmured, and she gave him a brief kiss as a reward. The Riov hummed against her mouth, but, all too soon, she pulled away.

Since it was all he could do in his current position, he drank in the sight of her in the new lingerie set she'd bought especially for tonight. Lace and sheer fabric caressed her every curve, showing just enough to make S'Talon seriously consider purchasing an entire shop full of these garments just so he could tear them all off of her.

Her hand traveled down his bicep, squeezing his muscles lightly before withdrawing.

"I can't imagine what I might have done to deserve you," she mused in such a low voice that he almost missed the statement entirely as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. "Look at you. My very own Adonis..."

S'Talon preened silently at her praise. The warmth of her skin against his as she settled onto him forced him to take a deep, slow breath. He could do this for her. He was a patient man.

Small, gentle hands met his ribcage, pausing to feel the slow rise and fall of his respiration. Vaguely, he wondered if she could feel the steady rhythm of his heart in his side as clearly as he could. Before he got the chance to ask, though, she kissed him slowly, languidly, as if they had all the time in the world. For now, for this brief break from reality, they did.

Time always behaved strangely when the pair were enjoying themselves like this. Seconds turned into hours, hours became minutes, and by the time all was said and done, the pair were usually both very wrong when they guessed the time as they lay basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.

Tonight, though, they had nowhere to be. There were no appointments to keep or missions to complete. This time, there was only the sound of their increasingly heavy breathing.

S'Talon was hazily aware of hums and other small noises escaping his lips as his lover's mouth trailed over his chin and down his jaw, but he couldn't seem to stop them. Hell, he didn't want to stop them. She deserved to know exactly what she did to him.

Delicately, she dragged her tongue from the hollow of his throat up to swirl around his Adam's apple, tugging a gasp from the prone Riov. His lok throbbed dangerously beneath the heat of his lover. He'd been explored by partners in the past, but never by one who knew his body quite as well as she did. Judging by the giggle that she let out, she knew damn well what she was doing to him.

"Something on your mind, Riov?" She asked as she trailed her lips across his collarbones. The sparkle of mischief in her eyes didn't bode well for the fate of the flimsy little handcuffs holding S'Talon in place.

"Yes, actually. Your tongue would, perhaps, be better applied a bit lower on my anatomy," he suggested, and she nipped gently at one of his pecs.

"What do we say, handsome?" Oh, she was setting herself up for a long night once he had regained his full range of motion.

"Please, touch me, lhhei." S'Talon's voice was much breathier than even he'd anticipated.

"Ah, but I am touching you," she teased as she kissed down his abdomen. "You'll have to be more specific if you want my help."

Elements, was he this frustrating when their roles were reversed? Surely not.

"I need your mouth on my lok, lhhei. I'm hard and ready for you...please." His cheeks burned as the words tumbled out, but he wasn't embarrassed.

Watching his lover's progress down his body, he noted the hunger and reverence in her every movement. Her tongue skimmed, wet and warm, over his Adonis belt, savoring the rise and dip of his defined muscles. His stiff lok dripped precome onto his overheated skin, begging for the attention that mouth was currently paying the peaks of his hips.

Her tongue glided back the way it had traveled previously. Almost there...just a little closer–

But when she was barely a hair's breadth from his length, she changed direction, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kissed in a leisurely path toward his upper thighs. S'Talon couldn't help it, he let out a growl of frustration.

"You are utterly maddening, sahe'lagge."

"Yes, and that's just the way you like me," she retorted entirely without remorse. She knew. She had to know that she was sealing her fate once he was free? Perhaps that was her motivation for teasing him so cruelly.

The sound of familiar wetness snapped him out of his musing, and he saw that while she was nibbling and kissing her way from one thigh to the other, one of her hands had dipped beneath her lacy panties.

She was touching herself. S'Talon's nostrils flared as he drew in a hungry breath. If she sat back, he might just be able to tell whether she was flicking her clit or fucking herself with her small, beautiful fingers.

The Riov nearly shouted in pleasure when the tip of his lok was engulfed quite suddenly in her plush lips. He'd been so focused on what she was doing to herself that he'd lost track of her mouth. He was acutely aware of it now, though. Every millimeter of his length that she sucked into his mouth felt as though it was on fire in the best possible way.

His lover's eyes flicked up to his face to watch his reactions, and S'Talon recognized the same ravenous lust that usually filled his own eyes when he was between her legs. In that moment, he understood exactly why she always seemed incapable of looking away when he was devouring her.

In such a vulnerable position - one he would only allow himself to be in with her - he felt as though he was about to be sacrificed to a goddess. The thought alone made him moan. He would gladly give himself to her any day. Bringing her pleasure stoked the flames of his own desire, and seeing her enjoying his body this much was effecting him just as a potent aphrodisiac injected directly into his bloodstream would have done.

The Riov's hips bucked shallowly before he could force his control back in place, but instead of chastising him for making her choke around his lok, his lover moaned and took him deeper of her own volition. His eyes rolled briefly back in his head when her nose eventually brushed against his pelvis.

She'd built him up so skillfully that he was dangerously close to erupting in her throat. Before he could, though, she released him from her mouth with an obscenely slick sound.

Clenching his fists tightly as he controlled his breathing, S'Talon watched as she crawled farther up his body. The soaked lace of her panties settled over his erection, and he let out a quiet grunt. He needed to be inside her!

"Be merciful, lhhei," he implored as he watched her hands cup and squeeze her own breasts. "Please, fuck me. Use me for your own pleasure."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." She smirked down at him as she trailed off. Reaching between her legs and tugging the gusset of her panties to the side, she dragged her soaked center over his lok. She paused just long enough to align his tip with her fluttering pussy before sinking down onto him with a sinful moan.

Despite his labored breathing and his lack of power in this situation, he felt complete. This was where S'Talon was meant to be. Buried inside his lover, stretching her, and pleasing her with his body - this was one of life's most sumptuous delights!

Watching her take every bit of him and moan in ecstasy had to be the most beautiful sight in the galaxy. She braced her hands on his chest, gaining leverage for herself as she rolled her hips with growing abandon and desperation.

"S'Talon...oh, fuck, Tal!" She called as her rhythm grew increasingly more erratic. She was close, and so was he. He held out as long as he could, but eventually, his restraint snapped.

With a sharp tug, the chain connecting the two handcuffs snapped, and in barely a breath, his arms were around her waist holding her tight against his chest. She clutched at his torso as the two of them fell apart, moaning and shouting their combined release into each other's skin.

The slow ooze of their combined fluids dripped from between her legs, wetting the sheets beneath them. S'Talon let out a hungry sigh at the sensation.

But he wasn't done yet. Scraping his teeth lovingly over her shoulder as her fingers buried themselves in his mussed hair, the Riov smirked. His hands glided down her back until he was able to take hold of her hips. With a quiet, raspy, damning whisper, S'Talon felt her grip him tighter.

"My turn, beautiful."

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#deepspacedukat fic #S'Talon x Reader #Riov S'Talon of Romulus

[baura-bear]

HEY POOKIE BEAR !! HOW ARE YOU!!! was diggin through my drafts and i found this cowboy au thingy.. it was my own interpretation of how jack and davey possibly met but then you posted your version and i just fell in love with it and didn't pay much mind to my draft.. however i think it's pretty fun so here it is :3

Dear Mama,

All is fine. Sarah and I started working at a local store–I work at the register, she stocks the shelves. (If she isn’t slacking off, that is…) I haven’t met anyone interesting yet. To be fair, the folks here aren’t very fond of newcomers, but that’s to be expected from a small town out West.

Well, I suppose that’s all for now. I’ll write often, as I promised. Do tell me how you and Papa are coping with your eldest children gone.

Love,

David

*

David glanced at his pocket watch for what seemed like the hundredth time this hour, and he sighed dramatically. Sarah was late to work. Again. And the shelves weren’t going to magically fill up with all the goods.

“I swear to God, I’m taking her salary when we get paid,” he grumbled to himself, tying his apron tighter as he walked out from behind the cash register. He headed out back, where all the crates were, all of them intact. He took a few of them at once and went back inside, all the while cursing quietly under his breath.

He started with the canned products first. Kidney beans, corn, tomatoes, peaches, pineapples. Thinking of how much he disliked their new home helped speed the process up a bit. The people weren’t welcoming, their employer treated them like some sort of scum, they haven’t even managed to get a proper house yet (mind you, sleeping at a saloon room was an absolute nightmare for several reasons), and Sarah was never doing her job. David didn’t even know where she was off to the majority of the time, and her explanations (or lack thereof) definitely didn’t help. All in all, David missed home so far, missed the comfort of his own bed and the familiar noises of New York’s bustling city life, missed his parents, missed his… Well, okay, he didn’t really have friends, so that remained unchanged.

When David was about halfway done with restocking, a customer walked in, and so of course he had to come back to the register.

“Good morning, sir,” he greeted with a forced smile. “What do you need today?”

The stranger waltzed around the store, looking at the wares, and David took the opportunity to get a good look at him–a man his age, maybe a few years older, really fancy. A brimmed hat which made him look like a card shark, a nice, checkered vest, underneath it a white dress shirt, and some striped pants. He didn’t look like trouble, David decided, and so he eased a little, simply letting the man look at the products.

“I don’t suppose you sell, say, ammunition, perhaps, good sir?” the man asked, a kind, almost cheeky smile on his face as he finally walked up to the register. He looked past David, at the back of the store, and he definitely noticed the sturdy door which led to the room in which all the money was stored, in an iron safe.

“We do, for revolvers and rifles,” David nodded, and he started turning around to reach for a small cabinet behind the register, where the ammunition was hidden. Safety measures, or whatever the boss said.

“Alright, thank you, sir,” the man said and tipped his hat, but strangely enough, he started walking out of the building without buying anything. “Stay safe, yeah?”

David creased his eyebrows and watched the man closely. “Yes, thank you,” he answered half-heartedly, and waited for the man to come back or for literally anything to happen. When a few minutes had passed and nothing happened, David decided to let it go. He went to get another crate, this time filled with ammo, and started placing the little cartons in the cabinet.

Then, he heard the door open again, the little bell ringing, and a pair of heels on the wooden floor. He figured that since he could hear the strong clink of the heels, it must’ve been Sarah.

“Sara, znów się spóźniasz,” he scolded his older sister without turning around, using their native tongue. “Przysięgam, jeśli jeszcze raz będę musiał za ciebie wykładać towar, to biorę twoją pensję–”

The words quickly died in his throat as he heard a click. That was, undoubtedly, a gun. As he slowly turned around, a man came into his vision. A cowboy. Of course.

“This is a robbery, good sir,” the man said with a strong accent, pointing his gun right at David, and David felt his heart speed up significantly, his eyes going wide, his hands shaking as he let the crate drop to the ground. “Just stay where you are an’ you won’t get hurt, yeah?”

David nodded, or at least he tried to, frozen in place. He raised his hands in a defensive motion, watching as the cowboy approached. It was now very clear that the heels were just his cowboy boots, moreover, David could now hear the noise the spurs made as the man walked closer. He had two holsters, one of them obviously empty, and if that amount of guns wasn’t enough, he also had a double-barreled shotgun on his back, and given by the stern look in his eyes (the rest of his face being hidden by a red bandana), he was ready to use it and blow a hole into David’s chest.

“Now, give me the money from the register,” the robber commanded as he got close, the barrel of the gun aiming directly between David’s eyes.

David didn’t take long to comply, because he decided that he isn’t paid enough to risk his life. He opened the cash register, struggling a little, given how his hands trembled and how he had trouble with seeing straight, but eventually, he handed the register's contents to the cowboy–a generous wad of money and a few coins.

As the cowboy quickly eyeballed the amount of money, he let out a disapproving grunt, shaking his head. “C’mon, I know it ain’t all,” he said, his finger resting on the revolver’s trigger. “The room in the back, it’s there, ain’t it? Won’t you be helpful and open it?”

David swallowed thickly and started walking backwards slowly, all the while holding his hands up and looking right at the man. He dug in his pocket for a moment and fished out the key eventually, then made quick work of the door lock and eventually opened it, immediately stepping aside.

The man walked into the room, but when he saw the safe, he scoffed. “Son of a… ‘Course,” he said, mostly to himself, and stuck his head out. “Race! Get inside and help me, would ya?”

“You said I was s’pposed to be on the lookout!” a voice from outside the store yelled.

“And now I’m tellin’ ya to get your ass over here!”

David couldn't do anything but watch on as the two partners in crime yelled at each other, which continued even as the other man walked inside. David couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw that it was the same card shark guy from before.

“Howdy again, good sir, excuse my dumbass of a partner there,” said Race, which was what his partner called him.

“Damn it, Racer, shut up and tie the damn guy before he runs outta here and gets the sheriff to intervene!” the man instructed as he struggled with opening the iron box, his ear right next to the lock as he listened to its clicks.

How am I you ask? Upon seeing this in my ask box I immediately burst into tears 😋 thank you my friend for this because 🤲🤲🤲 I needed it and it made my day so much better and like ???!!!!! It’s so good??? You say you fell in love with my version but like !!!! I just fell in love with this!!!!! It’s so perfect 😭 we get David and Sarah bickering and Sarah doesn’t even enter the scene which is so amazing and Jack and Races dynamic??!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh it’s so good it’s so so good oh my gosh… also hot cowboys tying up the helpless cashier 👁️👁️ pretty gay if you ask me. Anyway if I were at my usual functioning level this would just be me in all caps screaming but I’m very tired so just imagine this is in all caps with a lot of exclamation points and key smashes. This is everything I love it so much Dave so so much gah! And Jack’s guns??!! He’s so cool gosh darn 🫶🫶🫶‼️

#genuinely opened it for the first time before class and had to immediately close it so I wouldn’t sob in class #went back to my room and read it and sobbed #closed it went to class #then got back to my dorm read it again and cried #Dave you’re so amazing #asks #cowboy au #ftm-megamind

[flowerpowelltales]

Like Fall, Like Spring (Drake x MC)

PART NINETEEN

A/N: we’re almost done with this series 🙊 can you imagine when i started writing i only meant to write five parts, at most? ah, good ol’ days 😅

Drake was studying her panicked expression before asking again.

“Who was it?”

“Umm.” She looked at her phone and then back at Drake. She knew she had to tell him Leona was bullying her again but she thought she’d have more time. “Were you eavesdropping?”

“Of course not. Woke up, you weren’t there, came here and see you with tears in your eyes.”

“Right. Sorry. It was... Daniel. From that bar in New York I worked in, remember? He told me something... upsetting. About the bar. It’s early, I haven’t had my coffee yet and I overreacted.” Gosh, Riley, stop talking.

Drake narrowed his eyes. “Daniel. About the bar. That’s it?”

Riley nodded. “Yup. I made breakfast, too! Are you hungry?”

If Drake wanted to say something he decided against it. He sat down on a chair and let Riley serve him, his eyes not leaving her even for a second.

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Breakfast was rather nervous. Riley babbled about everything and nothing, not letting Drake say anything. From time to time she would glance at her phone and then back at Drake, starting her monologue again. 

When Drake excused himself after the meal and went to discuss something with Liam, Riley finally had time to think about the morning call from Leona. She didn’t want to believe Drake’s crazy aunt since she had the tendency to make up stories that fitted her narrative. But at the same time, she felt uncertain. She was gone for months. Would she really blame Drake if he found someone else in the meantime? 

She knew she needed to find out the truth and she already knew the first step to do so.

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Riley had been staring at her phone for good twenty minutes, weighing pros and cons, before finally taking it and opening Instagram. She clicked on Drake’s profile only to realize it was absolutely pointless - he was following only three people (her, Savannah and Liam; Maxwell was blocked) and the only thing he ever did on this platform was liking Riley’s photos. She surely wouldn’t find any Mary-Annes there.

She checked Savannah’s profile instead and found the woman Leona was talking about almost immediately. Mary-Anne was a beautiful, her hair was like straight out of shampoo commercials, silky, wavy and blond. She didn’t have too many pictures and the last photo was from a year ago. Riley could see why Leona liked her so much; she was perfect. Not just the way she looked but also the way she presented herself. Photos with her family, photos on her family ranch. A few with Savannah. From what Riley had gathered, Mary-Anne was a family person, a vet who not only took care of their farm animals but also volunteered in animal shelters, had many friends and an amazing smile. In short, she was perfect and Riley could never even compete.

She clicked on the tagged photos and zoomed in on the first one. And there it was, the bump.

The picture was posted a week before and the bump wasn’t too big. If Riley had to guess, Mary-Anne was probably four, five at most, months pregnant. She quickly ran the numbers in her head only to realize it was more than possible that she got pregnant while Riley was gone.

Leona was right.

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Rationally, the child didn’t necessarily have to be Drake’s. Mary-Anne could be pregnant and it could have nothing to do with Drake. 

But a part of her, that self-consious part that Leona loved to appeal to, was scared. Because what if Drake decided to go back to Mary-Anne and raise their child together? 

Obviously, Riley would let him. She left him once, she had no right to be selfish. But she prayed, hoped, kept her fingers crossed that it was just one Leona’s life and not new reality that she would eventually have to accept.

When Drake came home, she was too jittery to talk. Before he could ask what was wrong, she headed out, saying she wanted to go for a walk. 

The longer she walked the more guilty she felt. She lied to Drake again. How could he forgive her after all of that? Not even an hour passed when she ran back home and startled Drake.

“Riley?” What happened?” Drake sat straight on the couch and paused the movie he was watching.

“I lied. I lied again after telling you I would never lie and I hate that I did it. I panicked. I panicked and lied like a coward that I am and now you won’t trust me ever again and you’d be right and I just messed up our last chance to fix things and I hurt you again and I’m so, so sorry.” She sobbed.

“Whoa, Riley, calm down, please. I don’t understand. Sit down and tell me what happened.” Drake grabbed Riley’s arm and pulled her down on the couch, next to him. 

She took a deep breath. “It wasn’t Daniel who called. It was your aunt. Leona.” She bit her lip and risked a look at Drake. He seemed... unmoved.

“I know,” he simply said.

“You... what? You know?!”

Drake shrugged. “I heard you.”

“So you were eavesdropping!”

“I wasn’t. I went to the kitchen to look for you and when you said ‘Leona, what are you talking about’ I assumed you were talking to my aunt.”

“So... Why didn’t you say anything when I told you it was Daniel? Oh gosh, you must have hated me! I lied to your face! And you knew I lied!”

“I didn’t hate you. I was just... waiting until you tell me. I was disappointed at first, but I know you need time to digest things before saying anything. So I waited. And I’m really glad you decided to tell me after all.”

“So you’re not mad? You don’t hate me?” She asked and then added seeing his raised eyebrow, “I need to make sure!”

“I’m not at you. And I don’t hate you. But we need to do something about Leona.”

Riley nodded and bit her lip again. After a few seconds she broke the silence. “There’s something else.”

“What?” Drake frowned.

“Leona said... Apart from the fact that I’m ruining your life by coming back, she said that you were seeing other women while I was gone. Like Mary-Anne, your ex. And that Mary-Anne is pregnant now. With your child. And she is. Pregnant I mean, not with your child. I mean, I don’t know that but I know she is pregnant in fact. I checked it on Instagram.”

Drake clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He was silent for a few moments and Riley thought she was going to pass out. 

“You think it’s my child?” He asked calmly.

“I don’t know. A part of me, the bigger part, says no. But there’s this self-consious part which overthinks every possibility. Is it? The child, is it yours?”

“No, Riley.”

She closed her eyes, relief written all over her face. She felt Drake’s hands taking hers and she opened her eyes. 

“Since the day we walked into that bar in New York, I haven’t been with anyone, but you. I never wanted anyone but you. And no matter what Leona says, I would never touch anyone else.”

She nodded, tears streaming down her face, half happy, half relieved. 

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you. I love you so much,” she whispered and kissed him lightly. 

“Have you?” He asked hoarsely. She shook her head.

“Never? Not even with Liam?”

She shook her head again. “Not even with Liam. It’s always been you.”

And then Drake kissed her, not lightly, not softly, not shyly, but like a husband that kissed his wife after being away from her for too long. Like a man who finally got his woman back. They were kissing not like strangers but like two people who knew each other for ages. Like they were making up for the lost time. Like they never had a break. Like they loved each other.

~~~~

“Why are you laughing?” Drake groaned. It was five in the morning and even though Drake was used to waking up early, he didn’t get enough sleep the night before.

“It’s just...” Riley chuckled into Drake’s chest. “When Leona called me yesterday I’m sure she didn’t expect she’d actually help us make up.” She motioned their naked bodies and Drake laughed.

“Oh definitely not. I’m tempted to call her and thank her.”

“Oh gosh, imagine her face,” Riled giggled.

They laughed and joked and kissed until it was time to get out of bed. Drake had some business with Liam and Riley had plans on her own. Plans she didn’t talk about with anyone. 

If it worked out, it hopefully would be another step towards fixing their marriage and another reason to celebrate. 

Riley took a deep breath; inhaling hope and exhaling doubts. 

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#choices #playchoices #the royal romance #drake walker #drake x mc #the royal heir #the royal finale #drake walker x mc #drake x riley #drake walker x riley brooks #my fics

[gasha40k]

Currently a massive heatwave in my city and it’s slowly boiling me to death in my apartment like an unaware frog, so I decided it’d be a good time to distract myself by getting some tertiary work done on some lads.

From left to right: Kardon the Eternal, Lord Akselos, and some unnamed guy with a big ass axe

Starting with the most boring stuff, my World Eaters character goon squad is all primed and ready to be painted. Once I’m done assembling this army I’m gonna paint these three guys first because they’re the coolest, by far. I’m still mad proud of Akselos’ model and I’m super excited to see how he’ll look on the tabletop when he’s all shiny and colorful.

Epic unusable Chaos model, thank you GW

Speaking of painting World Eaters, here’s a CSM Legionarie that I whipped up a while back as a color test for my World Eaters army. The whole goal with my Khorne fellas is to keep them as default as possible, so the color scheme is very simple and coherent.

On this particular mini, I wanted to maximize my usage of Mephiston Red, which is exemplified most particularly on the rocket launcher, which I’d usually paint with Abaddon Black. I think that it being red, though, gives it a sort of retro feel, which I quite like. This may be one of the better single minis I’ve made, as well. No highlights or anything, but some decent, clean coloring, and a lot of Agrax Earthshade.

I have, however, been doing some highlighting on Lieutenant Sadrian’s model. I’ve also been cleaning him up periodically, coloring over little mistakes and trying to make his model really pop. He’s almost definitely the centerpiece of my Thunderbearers army now.

Check out how regal and leaderly he looks amongst his men. What a tactician!

Sadrian is one of the few models that I haven’t repainted in Skavenblight Dinge, alongside Big Harold, the Venerable Dreadnought that I’ve had since I started the hobby. They’ve both more than earned their stripes on the tabletop, having been in nearly every game I’ve played in the last two or so years, and I figured their paint jobs were pretty serviceable, so a repaint would be unnecessary.

While Sadrian is an elite taxtician that routinely exercises unmatched intellect and complex battlefield knowledge, he is also a by-the-books, reliable warrior and a ruthless marksman, hence the simplicity of the inscription upon his trusty bolt rifle

But to make him stand out more as an HQ, I added some minor highlights to his armor, particularly on his arms and helmet. I also highlighted much of his gun and did some detailing on the purity seals and red tassels. I’m very satisfied with the inscription on his gun. It’s crazy to me that I was able to write a word that small and, uh, have it be actually legible.

Every single painted Astartes model that I own. For context I have nearly 3k points of these fuckers and only 10 finished minis

I’ve painted a good handful of Thunderbearers Intercessors since my last post. Nearly a full 10-man squad, now. Sadrian definitely stands out, and I think that, when contrasted with the leagues of men that he commands, eyes are naturally drawn to him. I’ll never get over how satisfying seeing a cohesively painted army is to my weird brain.

I am so fucking in love with this model and I do not know why, although I figure it’s got something to do with its appearance in Dawn of War

In other news, I’ve got one of these disgusting classic Daemon Princes coming in the mail. GW recently did a made-to-order run of this model, and I’ve been trying to hunt an inexpensive one down for actual months. He’ll be a staple of my WE army whenever I get my hands on him, although I am kind of terrified as painting it.

I’ve just about run out of image slots on tumblr, so I’ll post a bit more about my Crusade (and some thoughts on 10th edition) next post.

#warhammer 40k #miniatures #painting #adeptus astartes #chaos #thunderbearers #world eaters #unchained path

[kpop-addict25]

Heroes Come to Live in the Real World (Part One)

Wow, this is actually one of my last posts for this year!

Living in a house with your friends is amazing experience. It’s never boring and I have always loved to have my friends close to me. We rented this house as soon as we finished high school and we couldn’t be happier to stick together. Well it can get hard at times of course. Especially when the house has only one bathroom.

“Come on, Axel! I need to use the bathroom!” I yelled while knocking on the door loudly.

“Just wait a few more minutes." My friend yelled back.

Axel is one of those people that like playing games on their phone while he takes a you know… I have known him since I was little and he is one of my closest friends. I really cherish our friendship but he can be too much sometimes.

"But I really have to pee." I groaned holding it in.

"Just give up bro." My sister says as she walked past me. "He won't come out until he finishes his level."

Her name is also Jesse but prefers to be called Jessica. She is the only person I can trust my whole life besides me and I can count on her for anything. Even though she also can be too much sometimes. Like in this situation.

“I haven’t asked for your opinion!” I yelled at her.

Soon enough Axel left the bathroom and I immediately rushed in. It’s always so good to let go off the pressure. I washed my hands and headed to the kitchen where Axel and my sister were at the table while my other friend Olivia made breakfast.

“Oh good morning Jesse.” Olivia greeted flipping a pancake.

Olivia is another one of my childhood friends. I met her because she was with Axel and since then the four of us became best friends. She is the smart one in our group and also an amazing cook.

"Morning Liv, I see it’s your turn to cook today.” I joined the others at the table.

“Yeah and I decided to start the day with people’s favourite thing for breakfast.” She put a full plate of pancakes on the table and Axel started gobbling them almost immediately.

“Axel!” Olivia exclaimed while the rest of us laughed.

“What’s with all the commotion this early in the morning?” Petra, another one of our friends came in joining us at the table.

She is like super cool! She has a motorcycle, she has tattoos and a piercing on her bellybutton. Like, this is soo hot. We recently met Petra and we don’t know much about her. She just moved on from Texas and lives in the house next to us with another friend of ours. She often comes for sleepovers here and this particular morning she is at breakfast with us.

“Um Petra, it’s like 10 in the morning. It’s not early at all.” I pointed out making her glare at me. I sheepishly smile at her.

Yeah, she can get scary sometimes…

"Anyway, what are we having for breakfast?" She asked.

"Pancakes." Axel answers his mouth full of the mentioned breakfast.

"Eh, I will pass." Petra shrugged and turned to me. "Can you please make me a cup of coffee? I am still high from the party last night."

“Anything for you my friend.” I started making her coffee with one sugar cube. Like how she loves it! When I was done I gave her the cup.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about yesterday.” My sister laughed. “It was so funny how we threw eggs on mr. Smileys house.”

Mr. Smiley is our neighbour but don’t get confused by the name. He is such an old grumpy man and hates us for some reason. Probably because we are way too loud most of the time.

“It was priceless!” Axel joined in the laughter. “Then he started to chase us.”

“He even managed to hit Jesse with his walking stick.” Olivia joined in bursting with laughter too.

“For an old man he can run pretty fast.” I say while rubbing the place on my head where mr. Smiley had hit me. Yeah, it still hurts.

“He probably dislikes us even more now.” Petra shook her head in amusement. She finished her coffee and stood up. “It was fun guys but I am going home. Lukas is probably wondering why I am taking so long.”

Yeah, last but not least we have the dorky Lukas in our friendship circle. He comes all the way from Seoul, South Korea which is like on the other side of the world. But don’t get confused by his looks, he is not fully Korean. Yet, girls go crazy about him because they think of him as one of those handsome korean actors/singers or whatever. We don’t know much about him yet but he is a good friend so far.

“Bye Petra, make sure to tell him all the fun that he missed.” My sister say as she ate her pancakes.

“You bet I will!” Petra then leaves and we continue on with our breakfast.

#minecraft story mode #mcsm #mcsm fanfic #fanfic #Heroes Come to Live in the Real World #mcsm jesse #mcsm axel #mcsm olivia #mcsm petra #mcsm lukas

[beauty-and-passion]

What am I currently doing?

What am I even doing? Am I dead? Have I left the fandom?

The answers are writing, no and no.

The long answers are:

What am I doing?

First I collected all answers from the survey for the fanwriting of Sanders Sides Season 3 (aka Fanders Sides Season 3). I checked them all and planned what to do. I already wrote a post with all the details, so I won’t spoil too much here: everything will be explained in due time.

I also finished the analyses of the remaining episodes.

And in the last weeks, I’ve started writing Fanders Sides Season 3. Today I finished the first 9 episodes which ideally close my first “arc” of the season finale. One third (more or less) is done.

However, these things should still be reviewed and proofread and I can do it only after I finish writing the whole FSS3. So for now it’s just a good draft.

Am I dead?

Eurovision 2023 almost killed me and the aftermath left me crushed. It has been a couple of terrible weeks and I managed to get out of them, only after a while - and after the true winner got back on his feet.

In the meantime, my job contract ended and the company did not renew it. Why? Oh, no idea. They need a person and yet, they decided to fire one they spent 6 months training for that role. The bullshit they told me was “there is no money”, which is ridiculous coming from a growing gas and oil company.

The truth is probably that the heads of administration are complete idiots and have no idea about the situation. The place I worked for is a branch of the company and the administration center for the whole Italian division of said company.

When I started working there, the administration office was down to three people (they had retired) and they really, REALLY needed help. I did my best and, thanks to my and another person’s help, the workload was reduced.

So, since now things are somehow normal, they told me that hey, the problem is solved. Which proves they have no idea how an administration works, because reducing the workload now doesn’t mean the workload is reduced forever.

And even though they do not know that, my colleagues do. And they’re all pissed. They protested and did everything, so... who knows?

In the meantime, I decided to try another route, which means teaching. I am currently studying to take a few exams and, hopefully, get into a course. If a company calls me, I will ponder the decision, but in the meantime, I’m focusing on my studies.

And writing, of course. Always writing.

Heck, this sudden change in my life gave me somehow the idea I was looking for for 10 years. I don’t know how, but I just... thought about it, wrote down a couple of things and bam, in less than one hour I had a working plot. Just like that. As if I haven’t spent YEARS thinking about how to make that fucking plot work. But that’s another story I will probably explain one day.

Have I left the fandom?

Of course I haven’t left the fandom, I’m writing FSS3!

And even after that, I will still keep an eye on Sanders Sides, waiting for the faithful day in which Mr. Sanders will finally decide to work on the season 2 finale. I will post other stuff too and other analyses I’ve planned long ago, but one part of me will still wait for the next update.

However, since FSS3 might take a while, I would like to start posting the episode analyses. But I’m also on a writing spree for FSS3 and I don’t want to lose the momentum by shifting my attention to something else.

So the answer is that, for now, I probably won’t post anything. The analyses should be proofread first, but I’m writing now and I don’t want to lose the moment. I will keep going on with FSS3 until I’ve finished it, then I will start proofreading and once an analysis will be ready, I will post it.

So if you’re still following me, please wait a little bit longer. If I start something, I finish it. All you need is just a bit of patience.

In the meantime, of course, you can ask me for updates, details or anything else. It might take me some time to reply or I wouldn’t be able to tell you everything, but I will try my best as always.

And, of course, thank you all for your time and your patience 💖

#sanders sides #blog update #fss3 #thomas sanders #seriously thank you for dealing up with me #I hope my work will be appreciated! #<3

[moonlit-imagines]

an update <3

so, it’s been a while since i’ve really tried to keep up with this blog. you may have noticed most lists are outdated, i haven’t really posted anything and when i do, it’s few and far between. i thought it was because i just lost my motivation to write.

but i started focusing on that novel from a year or two ago!! the inspiration doesn’t stop flowing for it and i’ve been riding this high for a while, it’s made me so happy to write without any pauses or writer’s block, because i really do love writing.

i know that i keep trying to say “hey, i might write something soon,” “sorry, i’m working on this request i’m just busy,” “please forgive me i want to do this event soon i just don’t have the time or motivation,” but it’s time i’m honest with myself that i don’t think i’m that invested in imagines and reader insert anymore and trying to force myself to write things that no longer draw any inspiration just makes me resent writing entirely. i cant even keep up with my fandoms anymore.

this blog has been the best thing i’ve ever created, but i’d like to do more. work on things that keep me going and make me happy. and for a long time this was that for me, but i guess i just outgrew it.

for four years this blog has been active (well, maybe not the most active recently), and in that time i’ve wrote some stuff i’m really proud of, had these ideas that i fell in love with and some of you might have too. i absolutely loved the idea of writing things that helped you guys through your lives, as well. things that made you feel seen and included, whatever made you laugh or cry, sparked your own inspiration. hell, i had a ton of people tell me that my writing helped them learn english, which absolutely floored me. it was the most meaningful thing i felt i could have done. i hope i can do that again someday, either returning to this blog or going a different route.

that being said, this blog will NOT be deactivated. not only do i know a lot of you revisit my old work, but i’d love to look back on it too. this blog has a lot of memories attached to it. it has my hard work on it. it has sweet messages and support from both sides on it. and not only that, i made a lot of wonderful friends on here. and i feel i’ll continue to do so!!

i encourage you guys to keep messaging me, sharing your ideas, asking for advice, telling me your stories!! i’d like to be here for you guys. as a friend or writer. i’ve always been ecstatic when someone asks for writing advice or blog advice, it’s something i always know i can help with.

the burnout almost got the best of me, but this novel i’ve decided to write has been the best idea i’ve had in a while. it got me to love what i love once again. i hope you all understand and we can continue to support each other throughout our journeys. i wouldn’t be who i am today without you all.

much love xx

-lacey

#random post

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Cleaning Day (MK/reader)

A/N: AGH- holy shit it’s been a hot minute since I posted on here 🧍🏽ANYWAYS if you read this- hi- lol I am a huge MK simp (along with Red Son and Mei but besides the point) and noticed there is a lack of fanfic for the traffic light trio! so i decided that needed to change, and that i would help be the change lol. On the same topic- WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF THEM??? LIKE I UNDERSTAND THE MONKEYS ARE HOT?? BUT YALL ARE MISSING THE LITERAL MC AND THEIR BESTIES- anyways enjoy the read-

warnings: none :D just pure domestic fluff (Repost from my ao3 lol)

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You woke up to the warmth of another body with their arms wrapped around your torso. Blinking away the sleepiness from your eyes, you look down and see a head of messy brown hair that belonged to your boyfriend, MK. Slightly confused as to why he was still home, you suddenly remembered. Today was the rare occasion where MK had all day off. No training with the Monkey King, and no deliveries to make as Pisgy and Tang were spending the day together. Today would be a completely free day, just the two of you, unless Mei decided to drop by and hangout. Letting your mind drift, you begin to think of things to do.

Only to stop at the grumbling of your stomach. You decide that maybe you should eat before you do anything. Shuffling yourself from MK’s tight grip and replacing your body with a pillow, you leave the room and head to the small kitchen. Looking in the fridge you see the correct ingredients to make (favorite breakfast dish). Taking out what you need, you then get to work.

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Mk wakes to a wonderful smell and a grumbling stomach. They are not quite awake but do get up and follow the smell. Which eventually lead him to the kitchen, where you are cooking. He walks behind you and wraps his arms around you, placing his head on your (shoulder/back). You laugh softly, feeling your boyfriend behind you.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You say as you begin to finish up. He hums back in response as to not leave you hanging.

“Thought you weren’t gonna wake up til a little later?”

“Smelled food.” He sleepily replied.

“Well food is almost done, so go sit down and I’ll prepare you a (plate/bowl).”

They nod, give you a quick kiss on your (cheek/neck) and go to the table.

You prepare MK’s and your own (plate/bowl) and leave to sit at the dining table. Giving MK his food, the two of you dig in, eating in a comfortable silence.

Eventually, you both finish your meal. MK, who is now awake after eating, thanks you for the meal and goes to shower. While he showers you decide on what you two were gonna do for the day. You break out the speaker, connect your phone and shuffle your playlist. MK leaves the bathroom, now freshly showered and ready to start the day.

“Soooo…” He starts, “What are we gonna do on our day off? Play games all day? Go to the arcade? Have a date?” His questions come so fast that you cant help but laugh at your hyperactive boyfriend.

“We’re gonna clean.” You say as you head into the kitchen to start the dishes that have been piling up.

“Oh ok cool cool cool.” He says not fully registering what you said. “WAIT- CLEAN? BUT WHY?”

“Babe, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the clothes all over the house?”

“It’s only a few clothes here and there.”

“There are three piles in our bedroom alone.”

“See? Here and there.”

“There dishes in the living room and in the bed room.”

“I was eventually gonna put those back.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Baby by the time we get to your ‘eventually’ we would already be in our 50’s.”

“Still would of been done.”

His response makes you laugh a little harder, and shake your head.

“Still doesn’t change that we are cleaning today.”

You see him deflate a bit, until he perks up a bit. You know he is gonna try to change your mind. He not so sneakily crept up towards you and rested his face in the palm of his hands.

“What if I made clones to clean for us? While we go out they clean! Its a perfect plan!” He states excitedly. Rolling your eyes you grab some bubbles from the soap, and place them on his nose. You chuckle at his face and reply,

“Baby I don’t think you remember that the last time you made clones and gave them a task, they went crazy. No, I love you, but they would destroy the place and probably pigsy’s restaurant.”

He visibly deflates more, realizing that you were right, and that he would have to clean. With a heavy sigh, they go to the living room to begin cleaning.

“If it makes you feel better I will let you be in charge of the cleaning music.” You say, in a small attempt to cheer them up. It works because next thing you know, they are walking with a small pep in their step. You smile as you put the last dish to dry on the rack and turn to finish up the kitchen. Today was going to be a fun cleaning day.

#lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk mk x reader #lmk tang x pisgy (mentioned) #domestic fluff #pre-season 3 #non-traumatized mk #kinda set around S1 #Mk uses he/they pronouns #poc friendly #height friendly too #mk hates cleaning #repost #☾adoniswrites